Mr.Confident

by Su-Tshant   Sep 3, 2019


Sometimes I wake with a heart ache..
My relation with life is like that of a wrist and a blade.
Strange twist of fate had me on this darkest of place.
Poisoned by love and a faith.
Can't make my way through the crowd, without a weak knee.
Oh my God!
They are looking at me..
Laughing at me..
Why the fck is she starting..
My heart starts to race..
Whole body shakes.
Sweat breaks.
Wobbly legs.
Talking head.
Short breath.
Vision blurs.
Speech slurs.
Anxiety fcking ransacked my confidence.
I can't move I'm frozen..
Alcohol is the way to escape.
1 peg.
2 peg.
3 peg.
4 peg.
Now I'm on pegasus.
Flying over the crowd.
My confidence sprouts like a magic bean.
Now you can hear my slurred speech and call me an alcoholic.
Now you can look at my wobbly legs and call me names.
But for a day, I call myself Mr.Confident.

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  • 5 years ago

    by Truth Bringer

    true alcohol is bringer of confidence but at what cost? thank you for writing about such poem, not easy to write, i know because i have family who suffer from alcohol addiction and it is very hard on their children and on the family as whole. it is funny actually, i grow up thinking they are so much fun but then i become of age and learn the truth and think back to my childhood and realize it was a lot of problems, but i did not see. for example i had fond memory of my aunt taking me to park and buying sweets after but what i did not realize at the time was at the park she fell asleep because she was drunk, and i did not know because i was having fun playing with other kids, and she bought sweets and told me to tell my mom and my dad that i had fun at the park and she kept saying that and i thought it was weird but i thought she just wanted me to let them know that i had fun today but really she was trying to cover up that she had been sleeping. thank you for writing such poem